The oil skin draped along
with the gum boots

Sitting proudly
with the
Hat

The whistle
lay within the lips

Coming home?

Next paddock looked fine
As the bright
early moon

shone secretly on their wayward way

Such green
and a number
colors
to allow
the truck to co.come to us

Release me

The
Milk
To flow

0nce again
cruise into

The paddock

Again released
Fickle lastik to spark

But to wet the mouths
of children

Don't care but give
that's the way it Is

Away with my udder
I can only just shudder

But Know
My
Milk
shall always

Give

We miss our bobbies,
but we have learned
Must have a mind
and DO

Yet we will yearn

For ever our Bobbie